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 Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 1:10 pm
 Jack Rohaun
Kingdom of Interest: Avarice
Occupation: Mercenary/Daemon Hunter
Location: Heading Towards Library
Mood: SuspiciousJack left the group without a word. Xard's magic had him concerned. He had only been to this world for a couple days, and already the demon was taking quick actions against him and everyone within the realm. He knew searching for him would be pointless and most likely lead him into a trap. If he felt like he was everywhere, then he would just end up running around like a chicken with his head cut off. Proper planning had to be taken. What happened in the dining hall was his mistake; therefore, he was going to make sure that something like that did not happen again. He had to do some research on this world, the people, and subjects pertaining to demons and devils. The more prepared he was the better.
He had always considered Xard a daemon, a demon that had attained enough power to become humanoid; however, there was also the chance that that was also some cover up. He had never actually seen what Xard looked like from beneath his cowls. He always kept his form hidden except for his eyes and teeth. Even his hands were encased within solid shadows. Something like him was the definition of enigmatic. You never knew precisely what he was doing, what he was, and what his goals were. Everything had an agenda; a special scheme to take something from one world and bring it to his person. Not once had he ever stopped Xard from acquiring the legendary items that he sought after. He once met someone that could, an astral walker that Xard called "Indigo," but even him could not predict exactly what was going through this monster's head. When you think Xard was about to lose, he would pull a an ace out of thin air in order to set you back some odd spaces. It was like he knew how everything was going to turn out.
Jack had once read a book called Sherlock Holmes while being transported by train to a city called "London". Apparently it was a popular series within the country "London" rested in. It was full of mystery and murder, but what caught his attention was the villain that always got away, Professor Morey Arty. Sherlock Holmes and his companion, Doctor Watson, always got so close to apprehending the criminal; though, it never went the way they planned it in the end. Professor Morey Arty, some how, had a back up plan for every scenario. There were times when you thought he was dead, but the weasel always appeared again in another book. In the end, Sherlock Holmes never caught Professor Morey Arty. When Jack had finished the series after spending a good amount of time tracking Xard, he wondered if he himself would ever catch Xard. The monster he was not even sure was a Daemon or a Devil. The evil creature whom you could never figure out. Jack was not even sure if Xard was his real name. It could be another alias like the ones he himself had used in different dimensions.
The mercenary thought about reading old journal entries he had made in the past. He had written down everything that happened every day in order to help study Xard's movements and keep himself sane. Mere observations were not helping him enough though, hence his decision to use the castle's library. One of the books had to have something pertaining to demons and devils. This was the castle of a god after all. He had have something written about those two species of Hell denizens.
Pulling open the doors carefully, he did not notice the damage done to the place till he was fully inside. He looked surprised at first, but decided not to read too much into the disaster. This only meant looking for books would be harder. "Whomever was in her last had a Hellfire of rage built up inside them. I can relate, but was it really necessary to make reading harder for everybody else, especially me? Then again They enjoy making me suffer," said "R" to himself. He knelt down to a few over turned books and looked them over. Nothing popped out of them that held any information worth reading. With each book he looked over, not once did he see nor pay attention to the empty painting above him.
A few hours passed and Jack had created a pile of books that were of no interest to him, a pile that held some interest, and a small pile of somewhat related books to his mission in life. He scanned the three piles of books, papers and toppled furniture scattered about him still, and then he noticed an odd portrait. He remembered venturing to the library once just to see how big it was and noticed the painting of a woman. Now there was nothing there. He wondered if the picture was moved, or somebody was playing a joke and overlapped the female. Well it did matter. He had research to do starting with the small pile he had gathered first. There were still other manuscripts around that he had not looked at, granted, but the hunter felt he had wasted enough time pilfering through what came to his feet first. "Something in one of these books will tell me what I don't already know," said Jack to himself as he picked up a blue hardback book entitled: Legends of the Underworld.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 1:17 pm
All I want is something realSomething I touch and can feel Cat.
Location: Gardens, antagonizing others
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Cat watched him as he greeted her, his face empty of any emotion. That in and of itself, was telling. People rarely reacted with anything resembling stoicism to her presence. Most people went for a mixture of wariness and exasperation. Her sister, Nikolai and Milani usually showed some form pleasure but they were the exceptions rather than the rule.
She frowned a bit when he mentioned her father and tilted her head. "Nice visit? Hardly. The man has the singular ability to make me lose all my sense." she paused and made a face when he mentioned the announcement. "No need to sound so patronizing. 'Very important young lady'? It sounds like you are a addressing a child," she grinned again then. "And despite my antics and common place behavior, I am not child, nor have I been for several years, m'dear."
Cat stifled a small snort at his comment about his brother and her own siblings. "You didn't look so hot to leave a second ago, and please have you seen my siblings? The fact that I've only talked to one of them since I got here? Most of them don't much care for me on account of my fathers unfounded devotion and the one that does has been a smash hit."
She studied the ground in front of her for a moment, considering how to continue. She could let him go and find a new target. The man was damned unflappable. She had the strongest desire to ruffle her feathers but at the same time something inside her told her she might not like the reaction she got if she succeeded. In true Cat form, that just made her all the more curious as to who this man was.
"Besides, I'm avoiding someone, and the best way to help that plan along would be to stay away from my siblings as much as possible. Keep him chasing after multiple targets. Don't get grouped together and make his task easier- Oh, did I actually say that? That was supposed to be a personal thought." She shrugged and continued to watch Dafydd with a mild smile, showing no hints of going elsewhere anytime soon.
((Obnoxiously Ornery Child: If there are more typos here I haven't caught, I apologize. I seem to be having trouble with that today.))
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I'll hold it close and never let it go
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 6:09 pm
 Theoran Lynth Kingdom: Avarice Rank: Sellsword Location: The Forest The trip back into the forest had been relatively quiet, on Theoran's part at least, and even when they returned to the tree that Lady Madelyne had run to earlier, Theoran still remained quiet. He had placed the princess into a little nook between two rather thick roots, and he restlessly paced back and forth past the opening. All the questions that had been rolling around in his mind for the past few hours were all about Xard. What did he want? What was there to gain by helping the princess? Just how dangerous was the demon? Not even one of Tantra's blunt comments or oddly brutish demeanour could have pulled him from his thoughts. Then his mind shifted suddenly to Xakstrazi, the astral that had decided to assist them against the demon. It was true, that so far he had denied the legends of astrals any merit, but that didn't mean he wasn't working for his own gain. After all, he had been eyeing the princess, not a particularly smart move considering her current circumstances. Though realistically, probably not a smart move even if her family wasn't convinced that the real Lady Madelyne and that this one was some kind of impostor, especially with Tantra acting as her guard dog. But then, Xakstrazi was an astral, and Theoran was far too used to working with other humans. One thing he could always count on with humans, was that they never acted unless they had something to gain, or lose through inaction. Theoran considered himself above that, though in reality, he rarely acted unless he was being paid in some way, the current course being the exception, of course. Although, this had led him to a potential duel with a demon, and that didn't happen very often. He had to admit, he was thrilled at the chance, despite how foolishly dangerous it may have been. After all, foolishly dangerous was his line of work. All they needed now was some skeleton in Veritas closet to rear it's ugly head and cause chaos amongst the ranks of royalty, and Theoran would be in his own personal heaven. OOC: I just assumed they'd have gone with Tantra's plan, need to get our group rolling again.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 9:43 pm
• Ӎ ɐ э ʆ ɸ ȵ ɐ • ʗ э ɾ ΐ ϛ э • Ѧ ϛ ȶ ɐ ʆ ʆ ɸ • Ｔｈｅ ａｄｏｐｔｅｄ Ｐｒｉｎｃｅｓｓ, ｈａｉｌｉｎｇ ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅ ｋｉｎｇｄｏｍ ｏｆ ＰａｔｉｅｎｃｅLocation: Before :Training area. After: Some music room. Currently Wearing: This Dress •xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Before the time skip
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Maelona gave another smile as Trey spoke to her, asking her not to be shy. She gave a polite nod to his question before actually opening her mouth to answer. "I am, I suppose, though I would not even know where to begin." She admitted. She was trying to keep her distance, but the old man that had shown up made that a hard thing to do.
As the creepy old man took hold of Maelona's arm, her face changed. It became creased with worry. She tried to yank free after a moment, but the old man was stronger than he had looked. She stumbled slightly as he pulled her closer. She wasn't concentrating on his words, and that in some round about way he was calling her rude. She just didn't like being that close to someone she didn't know.
Maelona rubbed her arm as her blue gray orbs followed the old man once he released her. Though as Richard began to speak again, her eyes went back to him. She didn't struggle to pull her hand away as he lifted it to his lips. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Prince Richard, you as well Prince Trey." She said before sending herself into another curtsy. "I'm Princess Maelona of Patience." She said before straightening herself back out.
"I do find myself intrigued, but I'm not sure if I would be fit to have you or your brother teaching me." Maelona said as a shy smile crossed her face. Though as her eyes slid back to the old man, the smile faded. Her brows came together in a v shape as Richard asked about the man. "I have never seen him before, and I must admit that he makes me feel uncomfortable." It was a surprised to her that the two prince's didn't know him. After all if they trained here before, surely the old man would have been around.
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Maelona had enjoyed the company of both Trey and Richard, they had been much more pleasant than she would have ever thought. Though the old man's lingering presence was still uncomfortable to her. They had taught her to use the bow, though it seemed that it was of no use. She had fired two arrows, one landed only a few feet in front of her, and the other was about a foot short of the target. Though what could she expect for her first try?
Maelona sighed. She had dismissed herself from the group a few hours ago, giving them some line that she wanted to check on someone, though she only wanted to get out of there because of the old man. She did not like having his hands on her, and his smile creeped her out to no end. That was just one more thing she was going to have nightmares about.
Maelona was now in what appeared to be a music room of sorts, or at least an entertaining room where one could have a chamber group come play. She walked around, looking at each instrument left behind, deciding to perch herself in front of the harp. It was the only instrument in the room she had any experience with.
Carefully Maelona placed her fingers on the strings and began to pluck at them. It was strange how she could remember this, but forgot some people. Soon the room was filled with music, if you could call her plucking at random stings, stringing together sounds, music. •xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx• Louder than sirens
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 8:29 am
Location: Hallways to Her Quarters, then to the Gardens.  --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 
Evony felt humiliated, horrified…altogether abysmal about getting sick in such a public setting, her dainty features immediately pulling back into a terrified countenance at the sight of Lincoln, and a woman she wasn’t at all familiar with moving in her direction. The heir’s words were built with concern, although in her present condition, she initially couldn’t decipher much beyond his tone, the shock which spawned from seeing her brother still lulling her mind into a state of utter chaos. Understanding, however, came quickly enough…her own thoughts finally swarming together to create something coherent, albeit fairly asinine: ’Oh, that woman is very beautiful…I wonder if Lincoln might be courting her.’
Pale, wide irises looked over the man before her, the woman, pausing as though she needed to confirm something about them; that they were real, and not something her mind had concocted in the still rather feverish haze which had enveloped it. The blond tresses…perceptive emerald eyes; the concern threaded so carefully amidst his tone. ’Fraulein’…yes, real; her imagination wasn’t so fervid as to create something this descriptive.
”I’m-”, Another pause, and finally scarlet built into her cheeks; the embarrassment over vomiting in front of them at long last making itself known on her features, ”Fine…just fine. Oh, how awful of me…I’m so sorry-please, implore you to forgive me for this egregious display. It’s…I only…I mean,” One large, shaking inhale, Come now, Evony- speak! You ARE capable of it, you loathsome child! ”I think I saw something terrible, just now…”
Small fingers tied themselves seemingly in knots as she watched Lincoln exchange a look with the noblewoman, his expression not something which she thought to gauge, since her mind was still presently too wrapped up in wringing out her nerves- so far, any attempts in doing that had proven unsuccessful, but one couldn’t really be surprised…anxiety ran amidst her blood so staunchly, and so frequently, that it might almost be seen as something entirely natural; part of her genetic code.
”Your cousin?” The question rifled into the air before she could hope to catch it, and sheepishly the girl pushed a loose lock of flaxen hair behind her ear, casting her gaze to the floor in hopes that she’d not be teased for her redundancy. Ah, yes, and her manners! How could she have forgotten to acknowledge the woman? With haste, the Envian princess fell into a slight curtsy before Corinne, her eyes still downcast..although it was becoming increasingly strenuous to keep them as such, since the movement forced her to stare into her own pile of sick; an act which, of course, did very little for the present state of her stomach.
”It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Milady.” Her voice was still laden with something very haunted, the remnants of her horror still far from ebbing. Idly, her hand drifted out to catch Lincoln’s sleeve, her strife overshadowing any need for propriety, ”If we could perhaps…walk, for a bit. For just a bit, and then I might have the strength describe what I’ve just witnessed.” Hope gathered in her eyes, a sentiment which she extended towards both of those present to her, wanting them both to be with her- since to be alone now, in any form, was simply…intolerable.
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The strength to speak about her very brief encounter with her departed brother had come far more quickly than what might be imagined, and Evony had wasted little time in pouring out her horrors to Lincoln and his cousin, the Duchess. It wasn’t an admission she would usually throw to someone, save for her own brothers- but her comfort with Lincoln had become second nature to her, to the point where even Corinne could be considered a friend now, simply because she was precious to Lincoln. If she was deserving of his trust, then certainly she was deserving of hers’…although, Evony couldn’t even begin to wonder if the feelings would be at all reciprocated.
The hours passed, and the princess found herself reflecting constantly on her initial reactions- was this a good thing, perhaps? An opportunity to truly have her brother back? But…was it truly him at all... would he continue to decay as time passed…
The latter consideration made her stomach do flips, and led the girl to wonder if she might be as horrified if he looked just as he had when he was alive. A situation she would surely never know; there was nothing in her power which could cause his appearance to change, and she was skeptical against anyone’s ability to potentially do so; for if it was what the lord of the castle, the God, wanted, then surely his decrees could not be challenged even by the strongest of spells.
What other forms of small talk had comprised their time together, Evony couldn’t clearly recall—everything fell into a strange sort of haze for her…a state marked by the still recurring memory of Max’s ghostly features; his gaunt and hollow eyes. She made attempts to smile at those in her company (Lincoln, and Corinne if she had decided to stay with them), to discuss things of a lighter nature…but they were built with little substance, as her mind the entire time remained very clearly with the state of her brother; the brother she would not see.
She simply couldn’t, not yet. To have lost him so abruptly, and now to have him back just as quickly…but in that strange, sallow form; it was too much to handle, to take in. It was far too cruel. The princess knew herself well enough to understand that time would be needed before she could properly face him; hold herself before him with the calm reserve of a princess, and the loving cadence of a younger sister. She needed to locate the strength for such a feat within herself, but hadn’t a clue where to even start looking for it just yet.
Even after the sun had waned from the sky, and Lincoln had carefully escorted her back to her quarters to rest…Evony’s mind moved quickly; with far too much vigor for sleep to be a possibility. Small attempts were made to rest regardless, before at long last she threw her covers away and dressed again by the light of only a single candle…preferring the darkness to mask her features even from herself, for surely they were by now nearly as weak in pallor as her newly risen elder brother.
With slow, decisive steps the young princess wove her way into the gardens she so loved. Surely, there would peace to be found there, amongst her precious lovelies…they would sing songs of comfort to her; give her a distraction from her current slew of woes.
The moonlight cast gentle shadows over each plant, its light vivid enough that there was little need for a lantern to be taken with her. A gentle breeze brought the plants and trees to sway just lightly, willing the aroma of various blossoms to permeate the air around, and to adequately create the welcoming atmosphere which brought so many to the gardens during both the day and night. Oh, wouldn’t it be nice if Sokar were still up at this hour…she’d grown so used to seeing him on a daily basis by now, that it felt odd not to have talked to him yet that day. A brief look around the area didn’t produce the sight of him, however, though the princess was forced to consider the size of the gardens themselves; she herself should know better than most that they spanned a good portion of the castles outer walls, and that he might very well be some distance away.
She was, however, caught off guard to see that she wasn’t exactly alone there, for her pale blue eyes did catch sight of another siloughette some feet away…one of a young woman(Lorelei) who, upon closer inspection, possessed a beautiful mane of long, auburn-hued tresses. Any other distinguishing features were difficult to make out from where the Envian princess had currently stationed herself, and the girl’s usual introversion kept her from edging any closer; best not to be seen, as she didn’t really care to speak with a stranger anyway…
Gathering up the material of her gown, she had been preparing to take a seat amongst a bed a moon-flowers…when, just as her knees started to bed, a horrified cry cut through the silence, causing Evony’s eyes to widen to an expansive size across her face. What…in the name of the gods, would cause someone to scream like that?! It was…it was very clearly a man, of that she was certain- was he being attacked?!
She didn’t know why, but instead of turning in the opposite direction, her legs fell into a hurried sprint which led her towards the source of the scream, rather than away from it. Oh, this is a terrible idea- what if this man is being attacked by the person who murdered the princess Asuna? What on earth would I be able to do to help?! I should turn around, go alert the guard and get help-‘
But her feet continued to carry her towards Sokar, although when he came into sight she didn’t see him as her friend…or even as the castle gardener. She saw only a very large man, with hands pressed against his face, screaming in that same horrifying manner that had pulled her from the other areas of the gardens.
On top of which, he was entirely nude. Entirely. Nude.
”O-oh-“
Oh my goodness! Oh my gods! W-what should I do? S-sheild my eyes, certainly…but he might be injured, or in some form of pain! He clearly needs help, b-but-”
A curtain of golden tresses fell back from the young girl’s face as she brought a set of bantam hands up…first to cover her mouth, as if to shield any screams of her own, and then urging them higher so that she could cover her eyes,
”S-sir, are you alright?! Has someone hurt you? Should I…go find a guard?” Who was this man, and what could have possibly happened to him? No answers came just yet, and so the princess remained stagnant, horrified…embarrassed, but still willing to wait for a response; still willing to help him, if she could.
((OOC: Lorelei auto-placed with Bunits permission ^.^))
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 3:09 pm
♬ Ίτ'ȿ ʟΊӃЄ ɱμȘΊϹ τѺ ɱУ ЄɑɌȘ... ♫ Ҭɑηтяɑ ♪ Kingdom: Humility Rank: Priestess [In Training] Location: Forest
Tantra sat silently directly above the princess, keeping an eye over her and awaiting her awakening. Her feet dangled gently in the air, randomly she would begin kicking them about. She was pretty bored, all she had to do was to watch Theoran walk back and forth in his pacing. He had been doing this for what seemed like forever and it was starting to bore her even more.
She cleared her throat and began humming a gentle tune, but after a few seconds she stretched let out a deep breath. A simple reach into the back of her outfit let her bring out her flute, pressing the metal to her lips. She began blowing a tune and it filled the air. It was slow at first but began to jump about in a jittery fashion. It wasn't so much a song as her playing around with the flute, something she did very often. It filled the air with something like a sea breeze, minus the breeze. She could smell the salt in the air, and almost feel the breeze against her skin.
She let her mind wonder and began to remember the events of the past couple days since her arrival. The trips to the forest, the catacombs, all of it.
(OOC: HORRIBLE POST IS HORRIBLE)
...βʯʈ Ίʈ ȘЄЄɱȘ ѺɳʟУ Ί Ϲɑɳ ΗЄɑɌ...♬ 
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 8:11 pm
Ɉϕɧɳ Ӎiҫɧϵɑɭ Gɍϵϵɳϵ Kingdom: Forititude Rank: Prince Location: Before Time Skip: Dining Hall, Getting Creeped out. After Time Skip: Hallway, then Music Room, I hope she doesn't get creeped out by me White walls surround us
As we sleep among the dead ((I can't remember if John knew R's name. If he didn't learn it, just let me know and I'll change it)) John could feel R's presence behind him. Something about him made a few chills go up John's spine. What is wrong with me? He's just a demon hunter...right? John couldn't remember much of the previous conversation. Thus, John couldn't remember if R gave any indiction of being inhuman or not. "So, he's basically an all powerful God in a sense? That's so lovely!" John told sarcastically and sighed. What have I gotten myself into? Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed Haven and his finace(Lorelai) had left the dining hall. That's probably a good thing. Lets hope my parents do the same. With this, John was about to leave. But then, something stuck him. "Hey, why didn't you..." John asked curiously before stopping himself.
R seemed distracted by something. What that something was, John wasn't sure he wanted to know.Then, he started feeling an aura. It wasn't like anything John had felt before. His hair stood on end as John tried to figure out why the aura was there. It feels like a demon is here, and yet he is not. Could it be that demon(Xard) R is after? It could be another demon, but would be the likely hood of that? With this revery, John felt the urge to walk away. I think it's time I leave to have some peace to myself. Besides, that aura is suffucating! With that, John walked away to wonder the castle.
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John kept walking. The aura still effected him to some degree, but not as badly. Also, for some reason, he had not felt tired at all doing the few hours of exploration. Wether it was because of the events in the dining hall, or because of the demon(Xard) encounter, John didn't know. All he did know, was that he appreciated the extra boost of energy. I hope I get this more often. With his mind in Wonderland, he almost didn't hear the plucking of a harp. John tilted his head slightly as he walked slowly. Where is that coming from? The closer he came to a door futher down the hallway, the louder it got. Thus, he assumed the harp was in there. With a gentle push, John moved the door slightly and peeked inside.
A girl(Maelona) plucked at random strings. He admitted that couldn't be called true music. However, it did sound nice to him. Thus, John walked slowly inside and sat down on the floor. He hoped he hadn't disturbed her. Admittedly, he hoped she wouldn't notice him at all. It would be akward explaning why I randomly came in here. With this, he decided to close his eyes and let his wings come out. His back lied against the wall as John started to relax and go into Wonderland once more. We can chase the dark together
As the sky returns to grey
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 9:14 pm
  ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄ Princess of Humility || In the forest again. || Wearing This || Weapon ▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ Images flashed in her mind. Two young children, a boy and a girl, were laughing and chasing each other through a hallway, followed by herself, except, she too, was a child. Her hands were tiny like theirs, and she was reaching toward them, yelling, "Wait for me!" They continued on, only looking back and responding quickly with, "Hurry up, Maddie!" The next was of a tall, red-headed man adorned with attire befitting a royal; it was none other than her father. He was younger then, less affected by the years, and was sitting in a library. Madelyne rushed toward him, again in the body of a child. He smiled and put down his book in time for her to jump onto his lap and embrace him. Laughter filled the air. Happiness...
Then a flute sounded.
Madelyne's eyes flickered behind closed lids. Where was that music coming from? Her head rolled to the right, trying to follow the sound, and she felt her forehead bump against something rather rough. Slowly, but surely, her blue eyes opened. ... Bark? She thought, her mind foggy. Am I... back in the forest? She closed her eyes again and rubbed them gently with her hand, trying to wake herself up. Have I been sleeping? She wondered curiously, reopening her lids. It was after a moment that she began shifting herself into a sitting position, feeling rather awkward laying on the ground, especially after hearing footsteps.
She was relieved to find it was just Theoran, but, at the same time, was still a little confused as to what was going on. What happened? She wondered, tucking a stray strand of red hair that had come undone from her ribbon behind her ear. All I can remember is my vision blurring over and falling... It was then that her eyes widened with realization. I fainted?... I can't believe I fell unconscious! How disgraceful! I hope Naedira did not see... How embarrassing it would be to find out she saw and told our father... I can't imagine how he would react to that. He would truly push any thoughts of my being his daughter aside... What a mess I've made. Madelyne sighed quietly and slowly pushed herself off of the ground, dusting her dress lightly before bringing her attention to Theoran.
"... How long have I been unconscious?" She asked hesitantly. It was only a moment after that she quickly said, "Wait. Please do not answer that." She clenched her fist angrily and walked a couple steps away from the tree to look out of the forest. She was, honestly, disgusted with herself. She had never acted so weak, so pathetic before in all of her life. She was a strong, independent princess of Humility- what was wrong with her? So she had to face her family and the possibility of being charged and killed for being an impostor, she was not a child. She had to deal with the situation maturely... as difficult as it may be at times. Besides that, she had to keep a positive outlook. It may seem impossible, but there was a chance her father would believe she was who she claimed to be and was.
Madelyne turned back to the others, her face expressionless. "I am sorry for burdening you all with my troubles," she began quietly. "I did not mean for the situation to turn out like it has. I hope you can forgive me." She paused for a moment, then continued, her voice bolder than before. "I do not plan to fall victim to Xard, nor will I lose hope in returning to my family's good graces. I am sure that whatever caused the Hell Daemon's interest in me will be of no importance, since I do not intend to call for his so called aid. As for my family... I will just have to leave that to fate." Her fists had unclenched; her anger had dissipated. She was now in a state of acceptance and calm. Not only that, but she firmly believed what she had just said; there was no other way for her to deal with the situation now.
It was then that she glanced down at her dress. It was in poor condition, to say the least. The princess sighed at it and looked up at Tantra, who was holding a flute. So she had been the one to awaken me, Madelyne thought. She suddenly remembered something from earlier. "Tantra," she began, "wasn't there something you had wanted to tell me before?"
{o.c.c. Thanks, Kandrix!~}
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 11:35 pm
Jack Rohaun
Kingdom of Interest: Avarice
Occupation: Mercenary/Daemon Hunter
Location: Destroyed Library/Leaving
Mood: HopefulJack had skimmed through the small pile of books he had collected from the debris around him. Not one had told him anything that he did not already know. "Demons and Devils, being denizens of Hell, are affected by powerful holy magic. They usually have resistances to most elements like electricity, fire, acid, and cold. Sound can effect them, but that is more leaned towards sound blasts rather than straight noise. Though if it has ears, then it can cause irritation like other beings with ears and can hear. Decapitation is a solid way of killing such creatures, for upon death they return from whence they came," recited Jack as he lay backwards with his good hand cushioning his head; his body rested in the one circle that was not covered by books, papers, and destroyed furniture. "Hell can't keep them there forever. It's just another plane like this one. If they got here, then they should be able to return. So how do you permanently keep them in Hell? Can you destroy a soul? According to physics, matter cannot be created nor destroyed, it can only change into a different form. In other words, there will always be some left over after that something has been destroyed. So what does a soul turn into if it is no longer a soul? I bet this god, Veritas knows, but he won't tell me. That would be too nice of him, a**," said the demon hunter to himself. The red head then shot straight up, grasped the side of his head with his good hand, and scratched his scalp. He felt like he was getting nowhere really fast.
"Xard is just running around the castle, and there is nothing I can really do about it. He's probably already playing games with people without the players' knowledge. And if they do not play, then they will die unless he finds some use for them; though, most of the residents here are regal jerks, so they will be in the clear for awhile. Who knows how long that is." Angry now for being powerless in halting, or slowing, Xard's plans, Jack spun around swiftly. His cape followed after him like a black wave of cloth, knowing over the taller towers of books in the process. The bandaged arm flew out from its resting position and smashed into the closest wall to him. The impact shook the brick and mortar that made the wall what it was. Cracks surged through stone around the hole that "R's" fist made. He brought it back slowly, shaking off pebbles that took refuge in his knuckles."Okay, okay, I'm awake. You know if you want my attention, all you have to do say something to me. You don't have to punch the damn castle!" groaned Ra in Jack's head. Feel did not feel any pain. You would have to pierce the armor he was encased in to actually do that. "Oh, so sorry to wake you from your nap. I'll be sure to punch something harder should I ever hear you snore!" he shot back to his evil companion. "Touchy, touchy! Sounds like you need, 'Beddy-bye time,' more than me. Or maybe you're hypoglycemic and need to eat something. Might I suggest a princess pure of heart? That Naedira woman you spoke to a few days ago had that delicious aura about her. Or maybe that little b***h Maelona? Hmm? No? Okay, I'm sure your fellow red headed buddy, Madelyne would suffice," said Ra casually as if the topic itself did not interest him fully. On the contrary, he was always up for collecting souls, especially humanoids. "No. Quit asking. It's not going to happen no matter what you say. Even if I wanted to, that idea would backfire in a heartbeat because THEY'RE GOD DAMN PRINCESSES!" Jack did not want to hear comments from the peanut gallery. The hours of silence that Ra left him with were actually relaxing and welcomed."Look, if you simply killed them without being seen, it is a done deal. Nobody even knows you have me except for Xard, and that god guy that's never around. Gods like not to be seen, don't they? Shy bastards." "Don't know, don't care. I'm done with this place. When the servants come to clean this mess up, I'll come back. Until then, I am going to find a good place to hide and watch everyone. Maybe read some of my old entries from stuff I've forgotten," he told his left arm mentally. Kicking over the rest of the piles of books he made, Jack slid out of the library and down a dusty corridor.
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 6:46 pm
• Ӎ ɐ э ʆ ɸ ȵ ɐ • ʗ э ɾ ΐ ϛ э • Ѧ ϛ ȶ ɐ ʆ ʆ ɸ • Ｔｈｅ ａｄｏｐｔｅｄ Ｐｒｉｎｃｅｓｓ, ｈａｉｌｉｎｇ ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅ ｋｉｎｇｄｏｍ ｏｆ ＰａｔｉｅｎｃｅLocation: Some music room. Currently Wearing: This Dress •xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx• Maelona had been in her own word as she plucked away at that harp, stringing together sounds that actualy sounded nice together. She wished she would have found some sheet music. Ether way, she was content just sitting there. Though after a few moments, someone else had joined her.
Maelona's blue gray orbs went to the door as it was pushed open, causing the succession of notes to slow down. There were a few people she didn't wish to see at the moment, and hoped that none of them would be the ones coming through the door, especially the creepy old man, or R, the man that seemed to be able to upset her so easily.
To Maelona's relief, it wasn't someone she dreaded seeing, though the man who had come in, she didn't know, or at least hadn't met yet. She watched him curiously as her fingers continued to slow down before coming to a stop. He was sitting on the ground, his winged back pressed against the wall. So far he seemed to be enjoying her random plucking. She wondered if she should be worried with his presence there, but decided she shouldn't. To her he didn't seem like he would be all that harmful, or at least he wouldn't be to her.
After a few breaths, Maelona continued to play. "I'm sorry I don't know any actual music. It has been some time since I played." She said breaking the silence between the two. It had felt awkward not address the man, though it hadn't seemed like he minded it. Again she went silent, all except for the plucking of the harp. •xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx• Louder than sirens
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLouder than bells
Sweeter than heavenxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Hotter than hell
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 7:23 pm
Theoran Lynth Kingdom: Avarice Rank: Sellsword Location: The Forest Theoran, at last, relaxed when Tantra began to play her flute, even if he didn't stop pacing. He took in a deep breath as salt filled the air, an odd sensation considering their location, offering a definitely welcome reprieve from his thoughts. So much inaction, there was barely anything to offer him an escape from the walls of his mind. That was when the Lady Madelyne finally awoke, and asked how long she'd been unconscious before changing her mind. When she finished thinking aloud, for there was no doubt in Theoran's mind that that was what she was doing, hearing her thoughts to clear the decision in her head, Theoran stopped pacing and simply nodded. Sure, Theoran could think of a hundred things to say, but not one of them needed to be said. The Princess had made her decision, a wise one at that, and although he was certain that if Xard wanted something from the Princess, he would not give up so easily, now was not the time to bring the matter to attention. No, Theoran just leaned quietly up against a tree, and let Tantra answer.
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 7:58 pm
 Location: Hallway outside of library...so much dust around here! Kingdom: Fortitude Hubris Title: Servant
That morning had been absolutely chaotic in nature. Parents and friends from the various kingdoms had come to see their loved ones causing a massive influx of people. While servants were bustling about preparing rooms and cleaning, the rest were playing nice to the guests that they greeted. Ella had happened to be one of those servants and the cat man she had greeted had taken her for quite a spin. He was very brash, she later thought, when he had kissed her hand and then more or less dragged her to the Hubris table. A large sigh escaped Ella’s lips as she brushed some dirt into a type of dust bin. The whole experience had made the servant girl flustered and Ella was pretty sure she would be seeing the cat man again. And if things were not bad enough, all of the visitors had made her wonder about her parents, and Ella was half tempted (only half, mind you) to seek an audience with Lord Veritas or Lord Haven, asking about her parents and if they were alive….or not. To tell the truth the whole day had put Ella in a downward spiral of sadness and frustration.
Ella was roaming the castle, a feather duster in hand. She idly though about what had happened after she had gotten into the kitchen that morning after Baldassare had entered. She was supposed to be taking food out to Prince Richard but had become side tracked by a large gather of other servants. After entering the kitchen servants from all of the different kingdoms were crowded around a small table, chattering wildly about something that had happened on the upper floors of the castle. An older servant was being fanned as she sat in a kitchen chair, looking like she was going to drop to the floor right then and there. ‘It was just awful!’ she had heard the old woman cry. Curious about what was going on Ella had walked over to the mass of servants and began listening to the tale. A second servant, a man, also looked in rough shape, only he looked sick to his stomach and not like he was going to pass out. ‘It was hideous! Flesh was falling from its body….and the stench!’ Ella blinked wondering what on earth happened upstairs. ‘They say that, that thing is a prince from one of the virtuous kingdoms.’ …. ‘Prince or not, what was Lord Veritas thinking! Bringing a half dead child into this castle. When are all of these royals…’ a servant visibly sneered at the world royals ‘…going to leave? They are bringing nothing but trouble to this castle…’ Having heard quite enough Ella left the kitchen which is when she acquired her feather duster. Apparently the head staff of Veritas’s castle did not like the gossip going around and were quickly coming to squash the circle of angry, disturbed and disgusted servants. Chores needed to be done after all, zombie prince or not!
“I wonder if Prince Richard is upset about not getting his breakfast…” Ella thought as she dusted a rather large orange and black speckled vase in front of the library. “Suppose I will pay for not getting him food later. Hopefully someone else fed him….” And so Ella moved onto the next large vase on the other side of the library doors, dust flying into the air.Out Of Character: Short post is blah but I wanted to get Ella back in the game ^_^
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 9:12 pm
Jack Rohaun
Kingdom of Interest: Avarice
Occupation: Mercenary/Daemon Hunter
Location: Outside of Library
Mood: AggravatedThe doors to the library were pushed open carefully instead of forcibly, which was what he normally would have done if he was angry. He was slightly, but he did not want to be seen nor heard at the moment given the state of the library. Granted he did not cause the disaster, but given his current reputation, he could be blamed rather quickly without a trial. Upon sliding out a large cloud of dust met his nostrils and face.
He backed up while batting the cloud away with his good hand. That only seemed to make it worse. His heels hit the base of the doors before he sneezed loudly. His hair jumped with his head from the sudden back-and-forth motion. Small droplets of low viscosity mucus flew out into the open air along with dust particles. Luckily he was wearing his goggles, or he his eyes would be watering and of ill use to him. Turning his head towards the source, he saw a young girl with blue hair, eyes to match, a soft face, and ample bosoms for her age. He thought her to be at least sixteen. He waved at the young servant to stop her dusting while
sneezing and coughing to the side away from her. Nobody liked having coughed up air and snot flying at them. He was taught this as a child, so the motion came out of instinct rather than politeness.
If the girl did not cease her dusting, he would make her with a quick dash for her body. His right hand would take hold of the wrist that was doing the deed with the feather duster. His squeezing hand would collapse just hard enough over the small wrist to make her release her weapon of choice. Hopefully it would not come to that. Making a scene was not on his list of stuff to accomplish anymore.
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 9:51 pm
Ɉϕɧɳ Ӎiҫɧϵɑɭ Gɍϵϵɳϵ Kingdom: Forititude Rank: Prince Location: Music Room, Crap! White walls surround us
As we sleep among the dead (()) A voice knocked him out of his daydreaming. After rubbing his eyes, he realized it was the girl(Maelona) that had spoken to him. I guess she noticed me here after all. For a moment, he almost didn't want to speak. It felt a bit akward having to break the silence with his mental voice. However, it would be just rude not to address the girl(Maelona). Thus, he took a breath and smiled. "It's no problem. I just apoglize that I can't use my voice to reply to you." John told calmly through his telepathy.
Admittedly, he had a bit of social akwardness when it came to women. However, it didn't help that he could hear Darius on the other side of the hall. You shouldn't be so akward around women, John! You know what your parents will start thinking if you don't shape up! John kept himself from glaring at the wall behind him. I know that Darius, but they already have a bad opinion of me. What's the issue with them finding something else they don't like? John emitted a mental sigh as he listened to the harp.
It wouldn't be no surprise if his parents thought he swung in the wrong direction. However, that wasn't the truth. It was true he had always been curious. So had Darius. But, nether of them had ever acted on it. Because, just like most straight people, they couldn't cross the line. It felt too wrong for them.
Well, at least you know what they could think. As long as you know, I have no control over it. John noticed Darius had gone through the wall, now sitting next to him. I will always listen to you, my friend. Though you are right in that you can't control whether I follow an action or not. But for now, I say we just get rid of the akwardness one step at a time. Darius nodded and disappeared soon after. Probably going to explore another part of the castle.
With his friend's encourgement, John smiled at the girl(Maelona). "If it is anything, I'm sure you would sound nice if you had proper sheet music to read off of, Miss." John told polietly. He couldn't be sure if she actually knew how to play. But, his gut was sure she knew how to play. At least, to some extent. I wish I knew how to play an instrument. Well, unless you count a weapon as a instrument. Then I defintely know how to wield some. That's for sure. We can chase the dark together
As the sky returns to grey
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 12:33 am
  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"Ϯҕε ɠѳȡ ȿlȧӯεɍ" Kingdom: Veritas Rank: Dragoon Location: Indigo let out a guttural groan. Like it or not, you do have to awaken sooner or later. Though he would never admit it, his companion was right. "Yeah yeah. While I do enjoy your ability to be a good laugh every now and again, I'm tempted to pawn you for a couple of pillows. All this is getting killer on my neck." The drake rolled his eyes at the Astral's comment. You could likely use the majesty most people feel at my sight to get more than that. Leaning up, he scratched his chin at the prospect, though he'd never actually capitalize on the thought. "Y'know, that's actually not a bad point. I'd almost say it's a toss-up between what's more awe-inspiring, your presence or my wings." They both knew the answer, but it never hurt to have a little jab at each other now and again. "You may be spoken of in lore and legend across lands, but c'mon, you remember the Sistine Chapel. That one was all me, buddy." One of the realms he had stayed in for an extended period, quite a curious one in his opinion, was full of differing religions that, at the time, had caused much strife amongst each of their perishes. However, he could at least appreciate the beauty of the art and architecture. He had been in that world for a few hundred years, it made for a nice hide-out. Except, being who he was, he liked to be seen, and had kind of influenced one of the religions. He couldn't help but chuckle as they saw his wings and called him an angel. It was just as well though, it made for an interesting experience, which was the only other reason he was traveling. Outside of this little thing most called a will to live, while others called it stupidity incarnate.
Shall I make myself scarce again? Xakstrazi popped his knuckles before arching forward and popping his back. "If you'd be so kind." Spreading his wings and preparing to launch himself forward, he took a brief look back at the few feathers that fell to the ground. It was a shame. He'd gone for a nap, and usually that would be more than enough time for his wings to cycle through the rainbow to whatever they might be next, but they were still white. However, while he enjoyed the oddity and rarity that was his almost angelic wings at the time, he also enjoyed change. 'Variety is the spice of life' as he often said, although, if he hadn't adopted such a mindset, it was entirely possible he'd have gone insane with the lifestyle he had to maintain. With that fleeting thought, he kicked off from the ground, which was unintentionally timed well enough to get a bit of a boost from Alehstrasza's take off. As the wind rushed in his face and he began gliding down once more, he almost felt free for a moment. At least, before his mind began wondering. No freedom, no matter how universal and encompassing, would ever put his mind to rest. It was kind of depressing really, even with all he knew, he was fated to be chained to the bloody thing for the entirity of his life. The only peace he would ever attain from it was whenever his life was at stake and his Avatar activated, something he didn't much care for either. A catch twenty-two in his opinion, but he could at least revel in the fact that Xard was unawares of his ability. That was one problem he was glad he didn't have, lest the demon be after more than just his special lance.
The Dragoon's saving grace came this time in the form of a familiar forest. Normally, it would be hard for someone to tell one forest from another. When you've been alive for a few centuries though, sometimes you get bored and sometimes you just pick up odd little tricks and traits. Climbing up one of the trees, he began a stroll across the branches, hopping when necessary. Twirling the cloth-covered walking-stick around his hand, occasionally tossing it up out of boredom. Coming across the three people he had acquainted himself with earlier, he smiled as he looked down on them. Listening in as the princess spoke, he raised a brow in interest. She spoke with conviction, with a purpose driving her actions. Ah, how familiar that was. Once upon a time he used to be like that... "Then in your darkest hour, you will not stand alone." Hopping down from the branch, he shook himself for a moment, hopefully removing whatever twigs and leaves had decided to take up residence in his wings. The damn things made up for the cool factor in small and subtle annoyances such as that. Planting his walking stick in the ground once more, he folded his arms and leaned against a tree. His original intent on helping them was for Elloisia's sake, whether gone or not, he owed it to her to help the place she called home. However, there was hardly anything stopping him from gaining some reason or another. Though it was no deal-breaker or deal-maker for him, a gorgeous red-headed princess in need of help was certainly a nice prospect.OOC:
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